Bad Habit

"I'mma test this out. Now, keep in mind that I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my sh*t. So y'all be nice about it. Alright." ~ Erykah Badu. 

:)

In the same sentiments regarding the quote above (LOL), this is a poem that I wrote when I was in my early teens. It can probably be interpreted in any way, but whichever way it's interpreted, it still lies close to my heart. So, without further do, I've decided to include it in this blog as one of the songs of my life. Songs of a Lady Samsonite. xoxo

A bad habit 

A regular argument 

Habitual disappointment 

Again and again 

Temporary self-esteem 

Temporary harmony 

But a bruised ego 

Yet again 

You raise me up 

You beat me down 

A momentary smile 

With an expected frown 

How many times 

Will you apologize? 

How many times 

Will I compromise? 

You take me out of my comfort zone 

Accommodate me in a broken home 

I don't feel safe 

My heart is in your hands 

I don't think you love me 

Why can't you understand? 

You're a drug, you’re a stimulant 

You get me on a high 

Your dangerously sweet tongue 

Sends me off to the sky 

I'm awaiting my downfall 

My darkened fate 

On the edge of our cliff 

I stand 

Unsafe 

And unprotected 

Exposed to your trap 

Engulfed in your lies 

Yet it's you I come running to 

When in this mess 

Waiting on your bitter strike…

And sweet caress